RILEY
Spice squeezed the fleshy side of Candy's ass with one large hand, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. He pulled her down against the obvious bulge in his jeans, grinding her there while she moaned. "Good idea, baby. Make sure she works enough to be completely exhausted, worn down until she can't think straight. But not dead. She stays healthy, stays alive. She's a liability right now. Prez needs her breathing for the exchange. I need her breathing or the Ghost Riders will slaughter every single one of us. Understand?"
The casual way he discussed my life like I was merchandise made my skin crawl. This was about ransom then, about trading me back to Damon's pack for something valuable. Drugs maybe, or weapons, or territory. I was just a bargaining chip to these peopl
